Spam. Wonder in a can.
So, yea. That can of Spam right there is indeed mine. It is here. At my house. In my cabinet.
That can of Spam also has a recipe on the back with a difficulty rating of 2. Not 1… 2. I feel like I could handle that. I just might be ready to embrace the greatness.
You owe it to yourself to visit the Spam website. It’s uh… it’s somethin’, alright.
Did you know there was a Spammobile? I sure didn’t. And like so many other curious pursuits in my life I am strangely titilated by actually seeing the Spammobile.
To this day, I kick myself for not stopping at the Spam museum when we passed by it. I don’t know what I was thinking, flippantly riding by what was obviously a golden opportunity to experience some serious Americana.